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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415918" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Last Ride Together (after Browning)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(From Her Point of View)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I had firmly answered 'No',<br>And he allowed that that was so,<br>I really thought I should be free<br>For good and all from Mr B.,<br>And that he would soberly acquiesce:<br>I said that it would be discreet<br>That for a while we should not meet;<br>I promised I would always feel<br>A kindly interest in his weal;<br>I thanked him for his amorous zeal;<br>In short, I said all I could but 'yes'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I said what I'm accustomed to,<br>I acted as I always do;<br>I promised he should find in me<br>A friend, - a sister, if that might be:<br>But he was still dissatisfied:<br>He certainly was most polite;<br>He said exactly what was right,<br>He acted very properly,<br>Except indeed for this, that he<br>Insisted on inviting me<br>To come with him for 'one more last ride'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A little while in doubt I stood:<br>A ride, no doubt, would do me good:<br>I had a habit and a hat<br>Extremely well worth looking at:<br>The weather was distinctly fine:<br>My horse too wanted exercise,<br>And time, when one is riding, flies:<br>Besides it really seemed, you see,<br>The only way of ridding me<br>Of pertinacious Mr B.:<br>So my head I graciously incline.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I won't say much of what happened next:<br>I own I was extremely vexed:<br>Indeed I should have been aghast<br>If anyone had seen what passed:<br>But nobody need ever know<br>That, as I leaned forward to stir the fire,<br>He advanced before I could well retire,<br>And I suddenly felt, to my great alarm,<br>The grasp of a warm unlicensed arm,<br>An embrace in which I found no charm;<br>I was awfully glad when he let me go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then we began to ride: my steed<br>Washer fresh, too fresh indeed,<br>And at first I thought of little, save<br>The way to escape an early grave,<br>As the dust rose up on either side.<br>My stern companion jogged along<br>On a brown old cob both broad and strong:<br>He looked as he does when he's writing verse,<br>Or endeavouring not to swear and curse,<br>Or wondering where he has left his purse,<br>Indeed it was a sombre ride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I spoke of the weather to Mr B.,<br>But he neither listened nor spoke to me;<br>I praised his horse, and I smiled the smile<br>Which was wont to move him once on a while;<br>I said I was wearing his favourite flowers:<br>But I wasted my words on the desert air,<br>For he rode with a fixed and gloomy stare:<br>I wonder what he was thinking about:<br>As I don't read verse, I shan't find out:<br>It was something subtle and deep, no doubt,<br>A theme to detain a man for hours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! there was the corner where Mr S.<br>So nearly induced me to whisper 'yes':<br>And here it was that the next but one<br>Proposed on horseback, or would have done,<br>Had his horse not most opportunely shied;<br>Which perhaps was due to an unseen flick<br>He received from my whip: 'twas a scurvy trick,<br>But I never could do with that young man:<br>I hope his present young woman can.<br>Well, I must say, never, since time began,<br>Did I go for a duller or longer ride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He never smiles and he never speaks:<br>He might go on like this for weeks:<br>He rolls a slightly frenzied eye<br>Towards the blue and burning sky,<br>And the cob bounds on with tireless stride,<br>If we aren't at home for lunch at two<br>I don't know what Papa will do;<br>But I know full well he will say to me<br>'I never approved of Mr B.;<br>It's the very devil that you and he<br>Ride, ride together, for ever ride.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Kenneth+Stephen">James Kenneth Stephen</a><div class=q>
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When I had firmly answered 'No',
And he allowed that that was so,
I really thought I should be free
For good and all from Mr B.,
And that he would soberly acquiesce:
I said that it would be discreet
That for a while we sh..."></div>
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